She was smiling, and had a clipboard in her hands. She appeared to be in her early twenties, with her blond hair in a pony tail. She was wearing a whi...e lab coat.There was confusion until she introduced herself as Tiffany Baldridge, the technician who actually did the comparisons in question. Fred had done what he always did. He sent the tech who did the work. He did not pass along Roger's restrictions. All his personnel were professionals, and knew how to testify.They told the truth, the whole. I grew up with a little red headed shadow who found anything I did fascinating. It could be as simple as building a sand castle on the beach, or reading a book, but Rebecca always seemed to find a way to participate even when she was barely two. Reading was so much fun because Rebecca lowed to sit on my lap and listen.Sadly, the relationship between my father and Linda started to sour. Linda was an attractive woman and her self-image resulted in very high maintenance demands. My father had a. Fuck it. Cheyenne put down the coffee on the vanity and took off her clothes. Gabriellefelt her sliding in with her, a smile on her face. ?Gabrielle?? Cheyenne said seductively as she reached for her lover. ?Gabrielle?wha?whatthe fuck?? Cheyenne 's hands had expected to touch Gabrielle's soft skin andinstead seemed to be touching a strange mix of leather and cold steel. Withsome effort, Gabrielle rolled over and met Cheyenne face to face. Gabriellepushed her body against Cheyenne . Cheyenne. On those occasions when I do see it happen, I can't blame him. I understand why. And since the girl herself doesn't pick up on it, there's no harm done.But that doesn't mean I let him off the hook.I don't mention it on the way home. In fact, I usually tell him how much I enjoyed being in his class and that as soon as we get home he can have that Italian-looking girl (me) who seemed a little too old to be in high-school.No, I don't mention what I saw right away, but after a couple of weeks, if.